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sg batman & q da fool - empty lyrics

[intro: sg batman]
b-tch
out west 290 sh-t, you already know how we rockin’, n-gga
solid gang, catch a motherf-ckin’ body gang, b-tch
yeah, b-tch, foenem

[chorus: sg batman]
i’ma tell your -ss one time (b-tch), ain’t gon’ tell you again (you only got one time)
watch your body hit the floor, you don’t die, i’ma shoot you again (i’ma shoot you again)
this b-tch p-ssy so good, you know i can f-ck her again (i’ma f-ck her again)
you want a war ’bout that ho, i’ll bring your life to an end
f-ck i look like givin’ in to a t-tle? i just hit the b-tch
ridin’ around, i don’t see my rivals, they ain’t in this sh-t
i hit your block and i rock out the whole thirty, boy, we empty sh-t
now a n-gga dead, everybody crying, n-gga say where they sent the sh-t

[verse 1: sg batman]
i don’t wanna hear ’bout your problems, ’cause they ain’t mine
when it’s war time, all my n-ggas on a hunt full time
got a n-gga sent off, got his life took tryna take mine
the street sh-t left me scared, pull a n-gga card, bet he can’t pull mine
double trigger on the nine, blow his brains out, now i see what’s on his mind
n-gga, you ain’t one of mine, you ain’t solid gang, i’ll hit you with that iron
you ain’t out here, you be lyin’
gettin’ extorted, now you gotta pay a fine
the b-tch i came with fine
she know i’m a dawg, that’s why i hit it from behind
p-ssy -ss n-ggas doin’ sh-t for the clout
say you want respect, well, you won’t be getting mine
all them rented -ss cars, bogus -ss credit, boy, your -ss won’t be rentin’ mine
b-tch, you know i ride around with glocks, ridin’ fishbowl, i ain’t gotta tint mine
ain’t no fake it ’til you make it, b-tch, it’s greatness in the making, i ain’t gotta cheat mine

[verse 2: q da fool]
i get into sh-t, i be spinnin’ sh-t
that clip, i finish it, lil’ brodie witnessed it
i’ma walk down, b-tch, i swear that never fail
i know some sh-t that i’ll never tell
b-tch, them bullets hittin’, they hot as h-ll
5.56 make him flip like a cell
free my lil’ k!ller, they gave him an l
i wrap it up, make an m in the mail
if i catch a rat, i’ma cut off his tail
we pullin’ up and we droppin’ them sh-lls
i put opps up top
i put a day one friend in a box
i’m over the stove and i’m making it lock
spin broad day, b-tch, that take heart, uh
b-tch, we love to beef, we don’t never hide
it ain’t over ’til a n-gga die
so much murder make a n-gga high
i’ma up the chopper, make a n-gga fly
i’m a rich shoota, you just gettin’ by
my handgun shoot french fries
she eat up the d-ck ’til she cry
pay thirty-five, i can get you a pie (b-tch)

[chorus: sg batman]
i’ma tell your -ss one time (b-tch), ain’t gon’ tell you again (you only got one time)
watch your body hit the floor, you don’t die, i’ma shoot you again (shoot you again)
this b-tch p-ssy so good, you know i can f-ck her again (f-ck her again)
you want a war ’bout that ho, i’ll bring your life to an end
f-ck i look like givin’ in to a t-tle? i just hit the b-tch
ridin’ around, i don’t see my rivals, they ain’t in this sh-t
i hit your block and i rock out the whole thirty, boy, we empty sh-t
now a n-gga dead, everybody crying, n-gga say where they sent the sh-t

- sg batman q da fool lyrics

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